What I find weird: that instead of making a movie of, oh, I don’t know, one of his BOOKS, let’s just make a movie about DFW on tour. And then film it at the Mall of America. (Which is where that Slate pic and vid were shot.)

I mean, forget about what the guy wrote, right? Or whether any of those words he committed to the page are really why anyone would care about seeing this kind of biopic. Naw, let’s just keep on magnifying that whole cult of the author thing. Let’s exploit his tragic suicide to make money (isn’t that, like, an author/writer thing that’s gift-wrapped for hollywood-style exploitation?). In fact, let’s make a buddy comedy / road movie. Because THAT sounds like a good idea.

Really, though, I call foul on the whole thing. Maybe I’m being too harsh and it will turn out to be non-offensive pablum. But I doubt it.